A long silence stretched into the coming night. Lindsey felt the coolness of the evening settling on her damp skin. They were all peeking glances at her-she felt Brian's eyes on her top, Wayne's moving over her legs, and Ralph's were focused between them. Her shorts were pressed between her pussy lips and she felt the seam riding there every time she moved.
"Oh I love this song!" She reached over Wayne to turn up the radio and felt him startle at the weight of her on him, her hand pressing into the meat of his thigh. Giving him a smile of apology, she eased her way off, and he smiled back.
"Gimme a hand." She turned to Brian. He did, and she used the leverage to pull herself to standing. The treefort seemed even higher when she could see the ground, so she closed her eyes, standing in the middle of the platform and swaying to the music.
She kicked off her sandals, dancing barefoot, letting the pulse of the music move her body, feeling them watching, even though she couldn't see them. She let herself go, undulating and swaying, her head back, her arms up, her long, blonde hair falling to her waist as she arched and rocked to the rhythm. All the while, she felt their eyes on her.
"Nice show…" Ralph’s eyes followed her as she collapsed, breathless, in the middle of the platform at the end of the song.
"I have to pee," Lindsey announced. "Where should I go?"
Brian waved his hand. "We just pee off the side."
"Oh." She looked around the circle and met each of their eyes, and then grinned.
"I can give it a shot."
Standing up, Lindsey walked over to the railing, peering over the side at the fifteen foot drop below. The sun was really beginning to set now, spreading a pink hue over everything.
"I don't think I have the right equipment for this," she said with a little laugh, looking back at them over her shoulder. "Maybe I should just climb down…"
"We can help you," Ralph offered. He was standing next to her before she could say yes or no, his head jerking in Brian's direction, calling him over. "Here, let us hold you."
Lindsey looked up at him with wide eyes as he grasped her upper arm and Brian did the same on the other side. "Are you serious?"
"Sure." Ralph gave her a small smile. "Just pull your shorts down and go. We'll hold you."
They flanked her on either side as she slipped her shorts down over her hips, her eyes meeting Wayne's. He was still sitting in his spot, tipping up the bottle and watching.
"Don't drop me," she warned, grabbing onto them, her fingers hooking onto the waistband of their jeans. "You promise?"
"We got you," Brian assured her as she sank into a modified sitting position, her bare ass hanging over the railing, her thighs resting there, her feet not touching the platform. "Just go."
"I don't know if I can…" She laughed and then closed her eyes and bit her lip, concentrating hard.
"Okay." She glanced between them. They were both looking down at her and she smiled. "Guess I have to drip dry."
The guys lifted her, pulling her easily back onto the platform. Her shorts puddled at her feet and she saw Wayne staring between her legs.
"Nice pussy," he remarked before tipping the bottle back again. Lindsey swallowed hard, seeing his eyes darken.
"You got a better view that we do." Ralph gave a short laugh, leaning forward to take a look. Lindsey flushed. "Oooo shaved…nice!"
"Yeah?" Brian leaned forward to look, too. "Oh man…yeah…nice…"
"Hey!" She tried to reach for her shorts, but their grip on her arms restrained her.
"Come on…"
"Bet it's nice and smooth." Ralph’s breath was hot against her cheek. "Can I feel?"
"Whoa, wait a minute…" she said, but his hand cupped her mound, rubbing his fingers roughly over her skin. "Guys… this…"
"Mmm nice and smooth," Ralph confirmed, making her gasp and struggle between them when he slid a finger between her lips. "Nice and wet, too…"
"Let me feel." Brian's hand replaced his friend's and Lindsey's eyes met Wayne's.
He was watching them closely and now he had a hand cupped over a bulge in his jeans. "Oh baby, that's such a sweet little pussy…she's just begging to be fucked…"
Lindsey's heart raced as she stood, caught between them, their fingers digging in tighter into her upper arms every time she moved.
"I've wanted to fuck you since I saw you coming down my aisle," Brian said into her ear, his finger sliding deeper up inside of her. "Those tight short shorts, and that skimpy little top…"
"Yeah, let's see what's under there," Wayne called, and Lindsey glanced at him long enough to see him unzipping his jeans and reaching a hand in. "I want to see her tits."
"Hey!" she cried when Ralph pulled the orange tube-top down to her waist, revealing the slight mounds of her breast with their pointed nipples.
